El Hijo Del Mayo

Pride of his brothers
And also of his friends
There goes buddy, listen to his corrido
And a greeting to beloved Culiacán

I know I haven't been so saintly
But neither so devilish
Don't think that because of my last name I'm bad
Just so you know, I'm the son of Mayo

I feel very proud
Sir, that he is my father
May God always bless him wherever he goes
And also always bless my mother

I don't need to carry a weapon
Culiacán belongs to my father
His friends have fought for it, my brothers
And even the law enforcement cooperates

That ranch of El Salado
Has given me great memories
My beloved grandparents were born there
Oh, what sadness not to be by their side

It was a pleasure, nice to meet you
I am Serafín Zambada
If you need me, just give me a call
For whatever you need, all my people are there